On his way over, Derek stopped off at a grocery store near Karen's house and purchased everything that he remembered baby's needed from the days when he had to look after his younger sister as a teenager, one of the 'benefits' of his parents having a child a couple of months before they split up.
He grabbed everything he could think of off the top of his head: diapers, formula milk, wipes, a couple of toys and on the walk over to the apartment, fairly sure that Karen hadn't yet had any coffee or food, he purchased a caramel latte and a pastry for Karen and a black coffee and croissant for himself.
When he finally arrived at Karen's place, laden with supplies, he knocked on the door and when it was opened he saw Karen, with the crying baby girl in her arms, and a desperate look in her eyes. She stepped aside so that Derek could come inside without even saying a word "I brought supplies," he said awkwardly.
"Thank you," Karen said, breathing a sigh of relief as she walked him through into the lounge.
"So, I take it you're going to continue to look after her then?" Derek guessed aloud.
"Well, I can't really put her into the foster care system can I?" Karen replied feeling slightly offended.
"That's not what I meant, I just wanted to know so that I can speak with Eileen, Julia and Tom regarding rehearsal schedules," Derek said.
"Oh," Karen said disappointedly, secretly she'd hoped he'd have said that he loved her but clearly that wouldn't come for her on that day.
"Plus, I want to help you," Derek continued "In anyway possible," there it was, the glimmer of hope amongst the grey. Karen smiled slightly and then she realised how unprepared she was and her face fell. "What is it Karen?" he asked, concern the only thing on his face.
"I've just realised that I've not got a crib for her to sleep in or a stroller or a change table or anything, and oh my god the mother's note said that her birth wasn't registered so that needs sorting out and... and..." Karen admitted, on the verge of bursting into tears as she suddenly realised how far in over her head she was.
"It's okay, I'll sort it out," Derek told her
"B-but that's too much, you can't do that," Karen told him.
"Yes I can, and I will," he said firmly.
"But why?" she asked, confused.
"Because I'm bloody well in love with you Karen!" he yelled
